Someone said we sounded like the Replacements,
But we'd never be the Beatles or Byrds.
Someone said we shoulda stayed in the basement
Instead of littering our noise on the Earth.
But the dinosaurs are dying each day.
They're gonna wish they never got up to pray.
'Cause I don't need this, and I don't need that.
And I don't need this, and I don't need that.
All my cousins live here fat off the land.
I hear them lowing but I can't understand.
And in the line-up where their souls can be sold,
They've never heard of this Canadian band.
But the dinosaurs are dying each day.
They're gonna wish I never go up to play.
"Hey Dave!" What?!
"So you say you think that you've got the answer?"
I can't wait, gimme a break.
I'm rabbit p-p-punching but the skin won't break.
I'm gonna get a van and drive it to Graceland.
I'm gonna firebomb the crowd at the gates.
I'm gonna watch it from the back of the mansion.
I'm gonna dig him up and lie in his... grave.
Rock! Death! America!
Someone said we sounded like the Replacements.
RDA (Rock Death America) Video (MV)
Performed By: Rheostatics
Length: 2:32
Written by: DAVE CLARK, DAVE AUGUST BIDINI, MARTIN RADAMEZ TIELLI, TIMOTHY WARREN VESELY
Rheostatics - RDA (Rock Death America) Lyrics
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Someone said we sounded like the Replacements,
But we'd never be the Beatles or Byrds.
Someone said we shoulda stayed in the basement
Instead of littering our noise on the Earth.
But the dinosaurs are dying each day.
They're gonna wish they never got up to pray.
'Cause I don't need this, and I don't need that.
And I don't need this, and I don't need that.
All my cousins live here fat off the land.
I hear them lowing but I can't understand.
And in the line-up where their souls can be sold,
They've never heard of this Canadian band.
But the dinosaurs are dying each day.
They're gonna wish I never go up to play.
"Hey Dave!" What?!
"So you say you think that you've got the answer?"
I can't wait, gimme a break.
I'm rabbit p-p-punching but the skin won't break.
I'm gonna get a van and drive it to Graceland.
I'm gonna firebomb the crowd at the gates.
I'm gonna watch it from the back of the mansion.
I'm gonna dig him up and lie in his... grave.
Rock! Death! America!
Someone said we sounded like the Replacements.
But we'd never be the Beatles or Byrds.
Someone said we shoulda stayed in the basement
Instead of littering our noise on the Earth.
But the dinosaurs are dying each day.
They're gonna wish they never got up to pray.
'Cause I don't need this, and I don't need that.
And I don't need this, and I don't need that.
All my cousins live here fat off the land.
I hear them lowing but I can't understand.
And in the line-up where their souls can be sold,
They've never heard of this Canadian band.
But the dinosaurs are dying each day.
They're gonna wish I never go up to play.
"Hey Dave!" What?!
"So you say you think that you've got the answer?"
I can't wait, gimme a break.
I'm rabbit p-p-punching but the skin won't break.
I'm gonna get a van and drive it to Graceland.
I'm gonna firebomb the crowd at the gates.
I'm gonna watch it from the back of the mansion.
I'm gonna dig him up and lie in his... grave.
Rock! Death! America!
Someone said we sounded like the Replacements.
Writer: DAVE CLARK, DAVE AUGUST BIDINI, MARTIN RADAMEZ TIELLI, TIMOTHY WARREN VESELY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.